Bar parties and deer
There's another deer in the backyard this morning. This time I got a picture:
I didn't, however, get pictures of the Christmas party at the bar last night. I don't get cellphone reception around here, and for whatever reason, I decided to leave my iPhone at the cabin. I realized how stupid that was as soon as we walked into the bar, when I saw a big setup for what I knew was going to be a really bad band. Funny thing, it wasn't too bad for a cover band from Rapid City. I had fun, especially once I finally stopped drinking Miller Lite and switched to Corona, which is at least better - then I got a little drunk. I danced with an old mountain man named Billy and sat around the rest of the time. I like that bar because everyone knows everyone, and everyone remembers me every year.
A guy I don't think I've met before, Patrick, evidently asked my dad for permission to ask me on a date. Dad said that's fine (hey! I'm 27), but he didn't think I'd date Patrick. Dad was right. I learned my lesson last year when I went out with a guy (I don't even remember his name), and he wanted more than I was willing to put out. Lame. It was really funny to see everyone hitting on everyone else in front of their friends. It made me miss my friends - they'd never let one of us do something stupid like that. Jacob would really like it here.
A guy I don't think I've met before, Patrick, evidently asked my dad for permission to ask me on a date. Dad said that's fine (hey! I'm 27), but he didn't think I'd date Patrick. Dad was right. I learned my lesson last year when I went out with a guy (I don't even remember his name), and he wanted more than I was willing to put out. Lame. It was really funny to see everyone hitting on everyone else in front of their friends. It made me miss my friends - they'd never let one of us do something stupid like that. Jacob would really like it here.
